[ Too well sated to have more than the faintest twitch in response to the nuzzling, Zevran moves to make more room all the same. Even if his nerves are yet sparking with the lingering intensity of his orgasm he can enjoy the soft waft of breath and odd brush of Dorian's lips. Though the tickling prompts a faint snort- one of the few places where the reaction hadn't been burned from him.
He smirks up at Dorian, as he rolls his fingers along the head, thumb pressing in against the fabric to find the slit to grind against. This, now, he hasn't done in a fair while. ]
I think I already have. [ Coaxing Dorian into coming in his trousers would be viscerally satisfying on so many levels. All the more reason to tip his hand into the smearing press of Dorian's fingers, the curving black marks branding him dangerous revealed with every swipe. ]
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Date: 2016-03-01 03:30 am (UTC)He smirks up at Dorian, as he rolls his fingers along the head, thumb pressing in against the fabric to find the slit to grind against. This, now, he hasn't done in a fair while. ]
I think I already have. [ Coaxing Dorian into coming in his trousers would be viscerally satisfying on so many levels. All the more reason to tip his hand into the smearing press of Dorian's fingers, the curving black marks branding him dangerous revealed with every swipe. ]